O clawfoot, what arrow-eyes you haveGoing crosswise with delirium and amused disdain!What teeth you have, what a dropleaf tongue!How about TRAPDOOR TO THE ASYLUM,Or has that bell and dishcloth been rung?As for you, Hostess Tricia, what a cornucopiaYou are of sweet and oblique surprise!
Cornucopia? I prefer to think of myself as, I don't know, a magic bottomless moneybag.
TRICIA CHOOSES NEVER TO STOOPOh dear! It’s clear Anonymous Has failed again to adequately gustHostess Tricia, and by thisOr that has missedOr else exceeded the mark! But hear ye! Hear ye! Anonymous, a Dutch,Unlike a certain notoriously Terminated and merelyIntermediate Duchess,Let’s himself be lessonedSo, and shall not set his wits to hers,Forsooth, nor make excuse, amen!
You gusted me fine! I am just distracted--it's been a rough week.
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